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Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Finish Line

Primordial soup lines stretch into infinity
Atavistic hedonists imbibe vintage wines
The proclivity of insensitivity now the final fad
Bullets and bouquets tie the amaranthine knot
Emergency room floors are abraded with children’s tears
Oceans rise and expire, the whale’s lament haunting
And humanity is extinguished, the antediluvian man in the moon
Winking…in acquiescence

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